Luyện nghe bài hát Lyrical .44

[Redman] come!!!!!
[Marley] Play this song on your fuckin radio, play this on your fuckin radio
[Verse 1: Man]
Oh no, flow lyrica forty fo'
If it gets deep, jump in first then hold yo' nose
I'm a beast when you step on my toe you my whistle
'em hoe, you see my pistol lettin it go
I couldn't to do a song right, hardly 'gon do ya wrong
Time to party, Meth, Marley and Jr. Gong
So selecta, with it, awww shit it
Now y'all done did it, supper ready y'all get it
Now who 'gon stop me block me pop me knock me
posse most high Haile Selassie
Allah willin, another sound boy
I'm hot bitch I catch cold or catch feelings
The be the ghetto youth
And Def Jam y'all know the Man take care of his fam
That's what better do
Examine our we plannin to win
Worldwide tell the people we be again
[Verse 2:
Make way for Reggie
Got more hoes than grand
I, dig 'em out then tie 'em up for
I, at your feet make you start dancin
I'm on your picnics where ya campin
got the ziplock from Ziggy
When the zig zag roll I'll rip your zip
Got bitches up off the hypno
I tip toe, then wait till bend over
(There I go) Aiyyo
I got a mo ped in Jamaica sittin on
(Blaow!) Look out, in the air
(Blaow!) Selecta in the air
No Belvedere it's Tiger Bone to get it
Aiyyo dread or wrong
I'm a sinner, winner of the underground
Eat dinner, in front of Bob pin up
[Chorus:
I don't care about your bling bling
Over here we let them ring
BLAOW!!! it to me BLAOW!!! give it to me
BLAOW!!! Shoot it up BLAOW!!! it up
I care about your bling bling bling
Over we let them things ring
BLAOW!!! Give it to me BLAOW!!! One
BLAOW!!! give it to me BLAOW!!! it up
3: Damian "Jr. Gong" Marley]
I neva why so much ganja reach ya
And dem a how so much conquer feature
Blunt dem so big a must a Bob and Peter
Teach it like a teacher preach it a preacher
Put you in a
Pussy style mi up plus no under achieve
Gimme di rizla di blunt and a sensimillia
Gimme di chunks gimme di cup and a couple
Jr. Gong di veteran a trouble mi reach ya
DJ fi fi fan dem Grandtsand and di bleacha
off on di metah , you best believe yah
Babylon a smell skunk and couldn't get mi
Well ever since a likkle yute dem get di crippled
So mi know seh babylon dem a go get a
Everytime when we some politician trippin
When a di big ting promote I'm there wid di clip in
So just smile now yuh flip yuh flippin lippin
Got a big five it's trigga finga lickin
Then mi buck up yuh face so far yuh don't what's happenin
Dem wonderin how yuh get so slim like yuh fat and go gym
Get mi inna mi cabin and mi cabin stabbin
It is slappin jappin it is non stoppin
Hey! No caan cook inna mi kitchen
If a gal try dat she's a pigeon
Well a tear off mi pants stitchen
Natty dreadlocks inna di benz and have recline
If a bwoy nuh like dat him may end up
dun tell yuh but yuh don't listen
[Outro:
Play this song on fuckin radio, play this song on your fuckin radio